Remember Me as a Time of Day

When the sun hesitates to rise in the morning, like it

has any other choice, think

of me. When you light fireworks in the alley and

talk of smoke inhalation, picture my mossy green

shirt with the stench of angst trapped

in the cotton. When you lay in bed,

wishing, hoping, dreaming dreams that no

mortal has ever dreamed before, see me there

with you, and know that you are not alone.

Remember me as a time of day, the time when everything

seems to crumble around you yet you are at peace. Like

you're dripping in ecstasy but it hits you stealthily,

coming in waves instead of crashing down with the

gravity of the world.